Wayward

Wayward was sitting on top of a large boulder that sat far off from the main pride, splayed out under the sun. She looked relaxed and quite content, so you didn't disturb her until later...

By the time it was dusk, the tiny lioness had hopped off the boulder and was traveling back towards the pride, her gaze intent on a certain spot that seemed to be quite good for stargazing. You stop her, and ask why she was sitting so far away from the pride. "I was listening." She said, her voice warm and genuine. You, slightly confused, ask what exactly it was she was listening to. "To the world! The wind, and the birds, and the herds far off from here... And my heart. There's so much going on around us! Our souls - our hearts - they lead us to what we want most, and the paw prints of those before us help to guide our hearts in the right direction." She purred, seeming glad to pass on her insight.
Suddenly, her ears perked and her gaze snapped over to the spot, as if she'd heard something inaudible to you. "I should be getting over there." Wayward said, passing you a kind glance as she walked past you. Looking over her shoulder, she called back one last time,
"Remember to listen to what's around us. The wisdom of the word can come in handy when you need guidance!"